Rough Draft

What happens if one day you find yourself stuck in life, a sense of dread swirls in your stomach, and your throat feels a little too dry for comfort? When centuries moves forward and you stay behind and watch the walls close in on you? Spell u-n-f-a-i-r, and it reads connections and dollar bills and you dream of which mountain peaks you would be on. And why is it so that as four years slipped by, you take in the sweet scent of a new beginning before the familiar odour of regret and dread rush in to invade your life? You say, six years of perfect unison with the now familiar sound of dragging school shoes, and I say, why not, now that you've flung my life thus far. Oh, sweet joy, I rejoice in failures and swim in seas of despair.

But hey, it's been a while since you visited me, eh? Welcome back, let's get on with your twisted game of life.

posted by cigarettelove @ 10:34 PM